Friday, August 15, 2014
beatniks ruined everything
Living in Brooklyn, as I do, one is surrounded by coffee shops. They all tend to blend into one entity, spread across blocks like identical spores from the same fungus. There are the same mismatched dishes, trays of artisanal pastries, and jars of loose tea. A clone of the same slightly overweight, bearded, greasy indie rock fan is always making bagels and sandwiches behind the counter. However variety does exist in the details. Two shops that look like twins sitting on opposite sides of the same block can have wildly different personalities, or at the very least, one will have less sticky tabletops than the other. People get attached to their favorite coffee shops and they become an important part of your daily routine.
I don't care. Complaining about coffee shops is cathartic. It is worthwhile. It is awesome.
(This post was written in 2011.)